Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 528 Why does he still have it?

Jenna hesitantly put her little girl down.

Although she was straightforward, she was not so straightforward that she could not understand such obvious conversations.

If Cheska hadn't changed her mind, then Jenna must have thought that was the material the Baron needed.

But she actually changed it... Doesn't that prove that Chesca really didn't see it?
In the fantasy world, being able to see things that others can't see is definitely not a good thing.

Jenna looked hard at the box of... fragments of strange objects?
But she didn't even see the silver.

“Don’t worry, Jenna.” Her expression changed so obviously that even Chesca couldn’t pretend he didn’t see it. “These things all have special properties. Some of them, even the Baron himself may not be able to see.

Cheryl, I guess she is naturally sensitive to the elements.

Haha... maybe, in the end, she will follow..."

Cheska shook her head and didn't say anything too decisive.

But Jenna understood.

Although she couldn't help but jump for joy, the mother, who knew her daughter well, was still a little confused: "My daughter is so naughty that I want to beat her three times a day, and that's because I can only see her when I eat.

How could it be…”

Cheska was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips awkwardly, and suppressed the words that were on the tip of his tongue: "Children are naughty just because they have too much energy, and their talents cannot be determined."

Jenna glanced at the girl who had already started to cross her legs and unload the box, and smiled with a strange look in her eyes.

She still felt that Cheska was overthinking.

"Cheryl, this cushion is for you to sit on." Chesca found a thick cushion that could automatically rise and fall with the movements of the person sitting on it and placed it next to the little girl. "And this big box, you can just throw the useless pieces over here."

Cheryl was a typical Northern girl, already 1.2 meters tall at the age of four. Although this box that reached her waist was a little big for her, it was not deep.

Chesca just didn't want her to be too tired.

Cheryl gave her a bright smile and sat down on the mat obediently.

Cheska gestured to Jenna, and took her to the small round table on the other side and sat down: "Let's wait here! Come, Jenna, have a glass of water."

Jenna hesitated for a moment before sitting down and holding the beautiful crystal glass.

"Bang!" Cheryl quickly flipped into the box.

Chesca quickly raised her head and made sure that the thick mat she had placed next to the box was still in place before she whispered, "Cheryl, is the mat uncomfortable?"

The little girl stood up by the side of the box, stretched out a hand to scratch her hair, and laughed twice in a dark voice.

The beautiful and smooth blonde hair turned into a pile of straw.

Jenna put down the crystal glass in her hand and took a deep breath: "Come out!"

"I'm already in!" Cheryl quickly retorted when she realized she had been exposed. She reached out and took the mat into the big box, cleared a space for herself with her feet, and sat down leisurely, "Okay!"

Jenna's eyes widened.

Cheska quickly grabbed her and said, "It's not something that needs to be carefully protected. She can do whatever she wants to it."

These are things that can't be broken even with a hammer.

Although it was packed in a large box, there were only about a hundred fragments in it, and many of them were only as big as a fingernail, so it was really hard to turn them over.

Cheryl: That's normal.

Jenna breathed a sigh of relief as she watched Cheska's performance.

Although the lord and Miss Cheska have always been tolerant and caring towards children, they are still the ones who hold the power of life and death over their family!
Even though she knew that Cheska wouldn't do anything to them, Jenna was still worried.

She slowly sat back in her original position, watching Cheryl's slight trance... Maybe what Miss Chesca said was true?

How great it would be if her beloved daughter really had the talent of a mage!
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Cheska stood by the window, watching the big and small couple walking hand in hand towards the orchard.

Jenna was slightly bent over, and although Cheryl was jumping around very actively, she never managed to break free from her mother's hand.

Cheska, leaning against the window, shook his head and smiled.

The thank-you gift she wanted to give to Cheryl was rejected by Jenna.

The mother, who loved her daughter very much, asked Cheska to postpone the reward to Cheryl until after she participated in the awakening ceremony.

What a good mother.

The resources Cheryl can use now are all general products.

In other words, her parents can use it just as well.

Cheryl was still a child, and she had to cut down a lot of these things.

Jenna believes that now she and her husband will choose not to touch those treasures because of their love for Cheryl.

However, what about one year later, or two years later?
Although they have accepted their fate of only being able to become a ninth-level attendant, no one knows whether the couple will remain unmoved if they feel they have a chance.

What's more, they each have relatives, and some of their relatives have children with relatively good talents... If the news gets out accidentally, and their parents, with whom they have a good relationship, come to ask for help, can they bear to not move those seemingly large amounts of supplies?
Jenna herself couldn't guarantee it, so she simply didn't let these things pass through her hands.

If, as Cheska said, Cheryl had a bright future, then no one would touch her things, no matter how rich her resources were. Who would want to be held in vengeance by a future strong man?

In fact, Cheska no longer cared about the past and had no pursuit of maternal love...but it didn't mean that she had no feelings at all when she felt these things.

At least, she would be happy to see that there was a little girl who was happy.

Then she turned around and looked at the two small boxes seriously.

Until now, all Chesca could see was a silver box, oh, maybe with a hint of blue.

It’s not that her eyesight is bad, but the fragments are too messy and they are shiny, so the silver light will be reflected.

The blue is almost the background color, and you have to look very carefully to see it clearly.

But Cheryl just looked down...that's talent!
Cheska shook her head, picked up the two small jewelry boxes on the table, and walked out of the alchemy room.
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"Gray light?" Lori took another small box in surprise and began to observe it carefully.

"Hmm... it is there, but it is not obvious." He made a quick judgment, "Hiss... gray... space?

Strange.

Is it that some god in the universe who is good at space has suddenly revived after his death?"

"Is it the god who died in that war?" Cheska asked nervously.

Lori wouldn't hide a lot of things from her, so Cheska knew a lot of the truth.

She certainly had no good feelings towards the gods who had brought such harm to the world, but she was more afraid that someone would try to use Lori's soul power to resurrect.

“No.” Lori shook his head, “This artifact, like the Silver Moon artifact, was created by a certain god, but was given to someone else to use.

There is no need to talk about Yin Yue. Although she has been silent due to being broken, these fragments have never died. "

The reason why the Silver Moon Fragment is so useful is that its real owner is still alive and well.

Just like some of Toril's long-standing artifacts, such as the Ring of Winter and the Ring of the God of the Mystique... the reason why they are effective no matter where they are placed is that the creator has always existed.

The God of Mazes cannot be said to have fallen, after all, his soul has always existed in Toril and even in other elven areas.

He just didn't want to be found for some reason, and he didn't want to return to the elven pantheon to be used.

"These grey ones...you can't see them, can you, Chesca?" Lori looked up at her.

"Hmm!" Cheska tried to look again, but finally could only shake his head, "I can't see any light at all.

This thing is so gray, how can there be any light?"

"It's a very dim light." Lori narrowed his eyes, "This is Chaos whose master died.

Also, there is the feeling of dejection that comes with the creator’s death and resurrection.

Although that person has been resurrected, this should be the artifact he made to give to others.

If it is a divine artifact that was stolen by someone, its original aura would be completely wiped out.

That kind of thing wouldn't have such a reaction when the creator resurrected it... it's too weak and too far away.

Even the creator had long forgotten about it."

In that case, it would be useless for the artifact to try to save itself.

Lori reached out and fiddled with a few pieces in the jewelry box: "You said that the little girl named Cheryl saw these two kinds of light at a glance?"

"Yes, she even emphasized to me that it was silver-blue!" Chesca laughed.

"High mental acuity, sensitive to spatial elements... Four years old?" Lori retracted his finger, "It seems that the door to our world has slowly opened. No wonder Leon had to go back immediately."

"My Lord Baron?" Cheska looked at him with concern.

"Don't worry for now." Lori pointed to the Silver Moon Box in front of him, "There's still time to make a few more bombs for mom.

This door will have to be open for at least twenty years.

Haha~ Cheryl will probably become a mess when she becomes an adult.

By then, Leon should have secured his throne.

We don’t need to change anything in our territory.”

"Yes, Baron!" Cheska was relieved.
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After finally surviving the spring and facing the first storm of the summer, Priest Montes was not at all at ease.

Although it was cloudy outside, the Hamilton Storm Cathedral where he was was surrounded by beautiful moonlight.

There was also a scroll embedded in the moonlight, staring at him coldly.

"Are you sure there are only a dozen of Gezar in stock?" He clenched his fists and asked Blair word by word.

"That's what the letter from Duke Schroeder said." Blair tried to make his answer as steady as possible.

He won't just take the blame for others.

"What's up with this Lord of Knowledge thing?" This time, High Priest Schroeder finally focused on the scroll. "Why does he still have it?"

(End of this chapter)